Drugged sleep that refused to overpower the faculties
An imaginary conversation with a not so imaginary person
A dire need to realise the futility of fostering emotions that in the deepest crevices of the mind the protagonist knew would have proven not so soothing or profitable to the heart and the hearth...
.......or would it???
The darkness had forever, in a disturbing manner, been a catalyst to the thoughts... and now more so in this self inflicted lonliness...
It harboured itself like an acceptable disease.
If there was yet another time...yet another conversation...intrepid and well framed....the person was convinced of irrefutable victory.
.....but then it was all in the mind and the stars in the sky....well probably they were not crossed after all.
In memory....till in memoriam.
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